Trying to catch just one good egg

Friday, 13 January 2006

Freaky Friday

So the mister and I were supposed to arrange for a, um, sample to take to the clinic this morning. Then I realized today was Friday the 13th. So I postponed.

Actually I wanted a bit of extra time in bed (with nothing to do, mind you) and had big, important plans for the morning. Plans which required a shower and some decent clothes. Plans that did not not include rushing to and from the clinic. Plans which involved serious caffeine.

Ok, before you all freak out it wasn't actually serious caffeine. Just a caffeinated beverage. Hey, at least it wasn't alcohol yet, right? And for those of you counting implantation, if it happens, isn't even that close. And there's no connection between me and anything else for at least 17 dpo (or 14 dp 3dt).

You know things are different in South Africa when your RE tells you to go get a cup of coffee or something to pass the time right after you're allowed off the transfer table. Seriously, he said that.

Anyway, I digress.

See, I had a coffee date with the gorgeous and divine one herself. Yup, I met up with Tertia for coffee. She was just as fab as you'd expect. She was indeed gorgeous and divine. That woman should be a model. I swear her legs don't end. And she looks like she's getting entirely too much sleep--no bags under her eyes, no grumpiness, nothing. The mister and I had a fab time with her and are truly impressed with all she's doing. He said later, "she really puts the super in supermom, doesn't she?"

And, while I have commented on Tertia's impossibly nice legs before (the asshole), I must also say that she is absolutely right about you. You look about 28, tops. If you weren't so nice, my perfect skin envy would know no bounds and I would have to dislike you intensely.